Containment Random Thoughts & Questions

1. With the election in full swing, would Chris start babbling on how he foresaw this event?
2. Would Chris start working if an executive order from Pmurt told him to, lest the president take away his tugboat?
 
1. With the election in full swing, would Chris start babbling on how he foresaw this event?
2. Would Chris start working if an executive order from Pmurt told him to, lest the president take away his tugboat?
1. Rhetorically speaking, maybe yes and perhaps no.
2. Honestly no. In several years, Pmurt will take away Chris' tugboat and Chris would realize all of it without ever knowing it.
 
Would anyone hire Chris?! Fuck, I’d love to hire the fucker. Would pay him a fair 10$ an hour under the table too.


Got some floors that need sanding. MANUALLY because neighbors, and I reckon that’s a task Chris might just have the intellect to accomplish without either floor or sanding paper exploding.


Surely I can’t be the only one who gets a smile and a warm crinkle in my heart from the thought of sitting down with a cold one, and supervising a sweating, groaning, seething Chris.

Ya know: Making sure he doesn’t miss a single spot, works constantly without ten minute breaks every ten minutes, no fidget spinners, etc.


Fuck, I could probably pay Chris’s wages AND make a tidy profit from selling access to a P2V stream for fellow farmers, or put it on Twitch and let the tips roll in.


The problem of course would be to insure that Chris doesn’t shuffle home after half an hour because of an “emotional misunderstanding”.


Money alone wouldn’t be enough to triumph over his colossal laziness. (With or without the tugboat, I’m pretty sure.)


Frankly, short of a whip or a cattle prod I can’t imagine anything that could conquer Chris’s laziness for more than an hour at a time.

It's the most work Chris has done in his entire life. You'd basically be giving him structure and discipline, something his parents never taught him.
 
Since bob was an inventor at one point, did he ever make something that has at least moderate use today or is it all just failed projects that never went anywhere?
 
Since bob was an inventor at one point, did he ever make something that has at least moderate use today or is it all just failed projects that never went anywhere?

He wasn't an inventor, he was an engineer. He did jobs he was paid to do and then retired. Which I respect a lot, since most "inventions" are borderline scams like that Juicero shit. I can always respect a man who just does his craft for it's own sake and not because he has grandiose dreams about changing the world. That's Bob's appeal, he's a practical guy.
 
Since bob was an inventor at one point, did he ever make something that has at least moderate use today or is it all just failed projects that never went anywhere?
His patents are available online if you want to look through them. It's been a while since I flipped through them, but they look like the kind of stuff that would have been useful enough in industry at the time, but would now be obsolete. Things like replacing electromechanical devices with relays, where today we'd probably use ICs.
 
You ever think about the monotonous nature of his life is getting harder for him to deal with?

It's Christmas 2020.
The snow outside is dull grey, borderline slush, but a few flakes of white slowly drifts to the cracked, brown foliage submerging the house. A dogs howl breaks the streets quiet, tender scene.

Condensation builds on the window, and yet still, the room is freezing cold. The merchandise lining the walls, floors, desks, boxes, closet and shelves are all glazed with a thin sheet of damp that evaporates into a musk, lingering around the corners of the room where mould fixes its hold on the walls, eyeing up the fallen folder of Sonichu Volume 12.

The exposed matress is cold. The ducat wrapping the huddled figure is cold. And still the AC softly rattles against the violent howls of hungry canines. The mass shifts and turns its withered head towards the flickering TV that's silently flashing colourful lights against vacant, hollow eyes.

Her head hurts, she's sore, the stresses of the day have already come to haunt her.

As she steps out of bed, back arched and lurching forward, arms stretched out, the blanket falls. Beneath sagging rolls of skin and fat is a weak body: muscles withered from years of inactivity, heart and lunges battling the illnesses associated with a stationary lifestyle. Paired with long, wirey, unkempt hair, the hunched figure is a sorry sight, drawing comparisons to the pitiful old ladies oft depicted in old Disney films. It's neither horrible nor offensive : just sad.

Old before her time.

Whilst mumbling nonsense about the delay of the merge and yawning threats of divine punishment, she urinates and brushes her hair, admiring the beautiful young lady staring back at her in the mirror.

When the merge comes, everyone will see. They'll see her true beauty. They'll respect me then. And she'll be this gorgeous, feminine beautify for centuries in the new world. And all her childhood heroes, her inspirations, her creations, will be united with her, and love her for her.

That's why this Christmas is not important. It's the Christmas before the merge. Yes.

Another day, she thinks to herself as she slips on her gown, avoiding the spilled kitty litter. Just another day to go.

But for now, it's time to feed the dogs.
 
Does Chris Exaggerate his Stories?

The best example of that is the GameStop macing incident. He tried to look at "cute and sassy" by pepper spraying a nearby employee to make a statement. When he realized that's illegal and not some kind of right all women have, he made up a story about how that employee was intimidating and how he was afraid that employee would chase after him.
 
Does Chris knows how to swim? I remember him saying something about a waddle pool or some shit, but i just imagine him as a stranded whale in the shore

He said that he used to go swimming at the YMCA in his "Week with Christian Chandler" documentary he made way back in high school, which is pretty funny in retrospect that Chris used to have an athletic hobby back then.
 
He said that he used to go swimming at the YMCA in his "Week with Christian Chandler" documentary he made way back in high school, which is pretty funny in retrospect that Chris used to have an athletic hobby back then.

Athletic hobby? The little bitch probably bobbed in the shallow end of the pool splashing and making raspberries.
Chris calls a lot of things something they aren't, like how standing is exercising to him.
 
Athletic hobby? The little bitch probably bobbed in the shallow end of the pool splashing and making raspberries.
Chris calls a lot of things something they aren't, like how standing is exercising to him.

I didn't say that Chris was, ya know, good at swimming or anything, just that he used to have an athletic hobby back then, which is pretty funny when you look at what a fat lumpy potato he is now.
 
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